Page 78 of The Most Perfect Wrong

Ryan:Come on. Just play along.

Cooper:I’m in sweats—big, comfy joggers and an oversized Chicago Bears sweatshirt. UGG slippers, too, with a big blanket wrapped around me. It’s practically lingerie.

Ryan:Sexy to me. Joggers, huh? Easy access… kinda does it for me.

Cooper:Shut up! No, it does not.

Ryan:Do you have any idea how good you’d feel against me in your sweats?

Wait, what?

Ryan:I’m picturing it right now. What it would be like to be there with you.

Okay… where is he going with this?

Cooper:Tell me more about that… what would it be like?

Ryan:I’m thinking how I’d love to be sitting on the couch with you. Wrapped up in that blanket together. You’d be on my lap, my arms wrapped around your waist. Maybe a hand finds its way under your sweatshirt.

Is he… sexting me?What the hell is happening? I decide to play along, because—why not? I want to.

Cooper:Consider me intrigued.

Ryan:I’d run my hands down your body, fingers tracing over your skin… teasing you. Making you want more.

Ryan:You’d like that wouldn’t you?

Cooper:Maybe… not totally convinced yet.

Ryan:Oh, you would. And then I’d lean in, kiss your neck—just soft enough to keep you wanting more… You’d press back against me with that beautiful ass of yours—moaning, driving me insane.

A tightening knot forms low in my stomach, heat spreading through me like wildfire. Okay. He’s doing things for me… I’m all kinds of turned on, right now.

Cooper:Jesus, Ryan.

Ryan:You like that, don’t you? Just picturing me touching you… slowly, deliberately… really feeling every inch. It’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?

Cooper:Maybe a little… but don’t let it go to your head.

Ryan:Just a little? I’ll have to do better then. I want you so turned on you can barely stand it—I want you desperate.

Jesus Christ.I’m there—practically desperate already.

Cooper:Oh yeah? And how exactly are you going to do that from Arizona?

Ryan:Picture this—I’m there with you—I’ve laid you down on the sofa on the patio. I’ve removed your sweatshirt because we don’t need that. I’ll keep you warm. I’m hovering over you as I whisper in your ear everything I’m about to do to you. My hand slides down, inch by inch, until it’s right where you need me most… but I stop, just to hear you beg for it.

Cooper:Right. Except I’d never beg for “it”.

Ryan:Not yet. But you will.

Cooper:Prove it.

Ryan:You asked for it. I’d kiss you, long and deep, then work my way down—your neck, your shoulders, taking those sweet tits into my mouth. You’ll love it, of course. You’ll press into me, wanting more. I’d drag my tongue down to your stomach. God, I can practically hear your moans right now.

Cooper:Still not begging.

But holy shit. Inside, I’m practically begging.

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